I', 61 years old. I'm a licensed therapist but I can't help myself. Only a fool would try that. I was born in Germany; I am German along with my family and son. that was our heritage. He never got to go. We were going to...someday. But "someday" came and went. Before I knew it, he was gone.
About my Loss:
My son's name was Ian Leslie Wrifford. Born April 14th 1994, he was my life, my soul. I took exclusive care of him for a long time, while my ex-wife (ex now, not when Ian was born). From an early age, I could tell he was highly intelligent, very opinionated and good at almost everything he did. But, he was depressed and anxious. I have similar challenges. But in my son's case, he decided to use illicit drugs to ease the pain. One day, on March 20th 2023, it all caught up with him and he died at is desk. He was married for 2 years. I am a ghost now. I don't practice therapy anymore; I can't. I am suicidal some of the time and completely convinced that it was all my fault. I didn't sav him. He didn't live near me; it all went by me and before I knew it; I had lost my only child.
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yes. I have been for 30 plus years.
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